Ash laughs humorlessly. "Coming from you, Jett." He eyes a pair of girls walking by, wearing skirts so small I can hardly see them. "You’d drink from any girl at the bar."

"Sounds like I’m not the only one," I say, nudging him. He looks back to his drink.

My mind is in a whirl. McKay… he’s the seventh one of us. The seventh one to be killed. I thought the White Feather was done with us. It had been awhile since the last one was killed - she was named Meg. Apparently, though, the White Feather isn’t done. He’s still on a mission. And Cade is starting to get worried.

The White Feather is a vampire hunter, to put it simply. He’s incredible and vicious and one of the best there has ever been. None of us have ever seen him, but we know it’s the same person because of the white feather he leaves behind on each vampire he kills. It’s his trademark, and since we don’t know his actual name, we call him that. So far, he has killed off five clans, including any stragglers he finds. McKay is the seventh one that’s been killed from our clan, leaving us with only fourteen members. It’s no wonder Cade’s getting worried. We’re almost all dead. For good.

Ash swallows his drink and glances at the clock. "Damn. We’re late."

I roll my eyes. "Again?"

His hazel eyes sparkle as he grins down at me. "I’m dead," he laughs. "Time means nothing to me."

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